%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A TURN-COAT of the TIMES. / Who doth by Experiance, Profess and Protest, / That of all professions a Turn-Coat's the best. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer ?-? Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 07/05/2021 37184

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N70041 1 To a pleasant Tune mnch in Request King's Delight, The To a Pleasant Tune Much in Request AS I was a walking through, / Hide-Park, as I us'd to do, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 20 A TURN-COAT of the TIMES. / Who doth by Experiance, Profess and Protest, / That of all professions a Turn-Coat's the best. A TURNCOAT of the TIMES. Who doth by Experience, Profess and Protest, That of all professions a Turncoat's the best. Printer John Walter ?-? John Walter

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AS I was a walking through, Hide-Park, as I us'd to do, some two or three Months ago, I laid me along, Without any fear or wrong, And listen'd unto a song: It came from a Powder'd thing, As fine as a Load or a King, He knew not that I, Was got so nigh, And thus began to sing. I am a turn-coat Knave, Altho i do bear it brave, And do not shew all I have: I can with Tongue and Pen, Court every sort of Men, And kill 'em fast again, With Zealots i can pray, With Cavilers i can play, With Shop-keepers I, Can Cogue and Lye, And Cozen as fast as they.
When first the Wars began, And Prentices led the Van, I that did set them on: Woen they cry'd Bishops down In Country, Court or Town, Quoth i and have at the Crown, The Covenant I did take, For Forms and Fashions sake: But when in would not support my Plot, 'Twas like an old Almanack. When Independency Had superiorit[y], I was of same Degree: When Keepers did Command; I then had a Holy Land, Ind Deans and in Chapters Land, But when i began to spy Protectorship so nigh, and Keeper' were Thrown o're the Bar, Old Oliver then cry'd i.
When Sectors got the Day, I used my Yea and Nay, To flatter them and betray, In Parliament i got. And there a Member sat To tumble down Church and state, For i was a trusty Trout, In all that i went about, and there we did Vow To sit till now, But Oliver turn'd us out. We put down the House of Peers, We Killed the Cavileers and tipled the Widows Tears: We sequested Mkns Estates, and made them pay Monthly rates Mo Trumpeters and their Maths; Rebellion we did Print and alte[r]'d all the Mint No Knavery then was done by Men But i had a Finger in't. When Charles was Aut to flight Then i was at Worster fight and got a Bohty by it at reat most Fatal Fall I kill'd and plunder'd all The weakest went to the wall whilst my merry Men fell on, To pillageing i was gone There is many thought I will come by am by and why should nor i be one.
We Triumph'd like the Turk, We cripled the Scottish kirk, That set us first to work: When Crumwel did but frown, They Yielded every Town, St. Andrews Cross went down: But when old Nol did dye, And Richard his son put by, I knew not how To guide my Plow. Where now shall I be? thought I. I must confess the Rump, Did put me in a Dump, I knew not what would be a Trump, When Dick had lost the Day, My Game was at a stay, I could not tell what to play; When Monk was upon that score, I thought I could play no more, I did not think what He would be at, I ne'er was so Mumpt before. But now I am at Court, with Men of better sort, To purehase a good report; I have the Eyes and Ears Of many brave noble Peers, And frighted the Cavilers, Poor Knaves they knew not how To flatter cring and Bow, For he that is wise, And means to rise, He must be a Turn-Coat too.
London: Printed and Sold by John Walter, at the Hand and Pen in Holbourn.